Carousel

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The music is playing again and again

The white horse is surrounded by my family and friends.

Old Blue is for the past I crave,

And Newbell for the dreams my heart does save.

Forever holds my secrets of love

Beauty hides the real me,

And so the carousel spins round and round

The blur of horses making a continuous sound.

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